Surrounded by the corpses of void creatures—stripped of bone, their black blood painting the corridors—Azriel stood, facing the Black Antlered King.
The only sound was the low, incessant buzz of the flickering lights.
Red eyes met glowing orbs.
The Black Antlered King loomed over Azriel.
Only—
In its eyes, it was Azriel who seemed colossal, an unseen weight pressing down on its very being.
Like countless invisible hands clawing at its skeletal frame, dragging it into the earth.
The Black Antlered King staggered.
Then, it fell to its knees.
Footsteps echoed through the corridor.
Azriel's low voice grazed the air.
"A king kneeling to a prince. There's something poetic about that."
It looked at Azriel.
The grin vanished in an instant.
The bones hovering in the air trembled—then, with a breathy grunt, they all shot toward him in a blur.
Azriel stepped forward, planting his right foot firmly. Void Eater rose before him, steady in his grip.
He took a deep breath.
